Disclaimer: Transformers©Hasbro/Takara
Warnings: If you somehow haven't seen it yet, mild spoilers for "Transwarped." Also, rather stream of consciousness and pretty short.
Notes: Written as a comment fic prompt fill for Antepathy over on Ultharkitty's DreamWidth comment fic and pic party post. The prompt was TFA Blurr - trying to keep a secret.

Always moving, never slowing down. He was built for speed in more ways than one, and his thought processes moved just as fast - if not faster - as his body did. He may be making good time back to Cybertron - didn't know I could run through space, learn something new every day, haha- but his central processor might as well be there already.

It just isn't possible for Cybertron Intel to not know about a spy still living amongst them. Longarm is too smart to miss something like that. Cliffjumper is too smart to miss something like that. Everyone who sticks around the central office is too smart to ever miss that. Unless someone is smart enough to keep hiding, smart enough to be one step ahead, keep himself hidden.

He's almost home before his processor spits out an answer; he nearly stalls out, almost stops running, keeps moving anyway.

Wasp isn't a spy. Never was, might have different thoughts on that matter now. Longarm is ranked high enough to access everything... he could change things, cut off access to areas that might draw suspicion to him. He's smart enough to frame another mech for his actions... smart enough to frame Wasp.

It's too late to stop running now, Longarm's right there in front of him. He draws an intake and starts talking, hoping beyond hope and praying to the All-Spark that he won't accidentally blurt out that he knows Longarm is the mech they've been looking for this whole time, hoping that someone else will figure it out before his certain demise means nothing.